I will seek the ancient art, That they try to take from my hands, Where form and dream together Belong to hearts that are clear and true! But minds that cannot see, And those who follow lifeless plans, Will never from my design Steal the fire I carry in my chest! And if one day new forces Shall give my heart breath once more, I will use the immense power, Invisible tools will assist. But without ever losing the hand, The living soul will remain, True form will once again be my compass!
